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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Oct 27, 2013 5:43:16 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| There was nothing more homely than actually being able to be home. Street vendors lined the roads, even though they were right next to restaurants of all degrees. Rowan took a deep breath in, savoring the air - but holy hell the city of Nova smelled terrible. Then again, didn't all city like areas? She had been to too many and she couldn't even remember all of them.
She used to dream of Paris, London, Tokyo, New York, and now that she's been there and done that she never wanted to see those cities again. Something about Nova called to her.
Something about sweetshops also called to Rowan. She unmounted her motorcycle - tis an angel, -took off her helmet, spent a minute fixing her hair and went inside.
Rowan found her eyes stuck upon a figure as she walked in. Her eyes stayed rather glued on the man as she walked ordered. After she was content with her order, she walked over to the man. "I know you don't I?"
ooc: utterly crappy post im sorry sobs.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 27, 2013 5:58:22 GMT
Lance liked sweet things, though one look at him and you probably wouldn't have noticed something like that. Perhaps he didn't seem the type? He knew if he was anyone else looking at him, he himself wouldn't think that he looked the type to like sweet stuff.
Now, don't get him wrong. He wasn't obsessed with them like some kind of freak. Aheh, but he did enjoy a chocolate covered strawberry or two.
He'd already placed his order when the other person came into the shop, his attention not at all turning to them. His focus was still on the sweets in the showcase nearby. Lance didn't like some of the flavors, but he loved to look at them. They were beautiful, in their own kind of special way.
It was the young woman's voice that caught his attention, to which he glanced over with his eyes. Once eye contact had been made, however, he really did turn towards her, all his attention suddenly on the girl's frame.
He hadn't seen her in years. And by the question she asked, it seemed like she'd sort-of forgotten about him. That made him sad, though not too badly. Seemed like that was the theme of his week. Band members he wished not to see anymore, let alone in person, yet there they were, appearing in front of him like some sort of nightmare.
"Dunno. Do you know me?" The raven asked, keeping his voice cool and collected, though it was gravely as he spoke.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Oct 27, 2013 6:12:20 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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Rowan squinted, she went over every detail of his face. She stared at him for a good few moments, before her mouth opened, and she looked shocked. "Lance?" She thought he would have moved out of here by now. It had been so long since she had seen him, she had meant, maybe three years ago or so to make it out and see him. He crossed her mind a little more than a blue moon, really whenever she was feeling nostalgic about good old days.
"It's been so long. You look like you've changed." Physically, she meant. He grew older, older than the photographs that stayed pristine in an album in one of her many unpacked boxes. Then again, she grew older too. They both seemed more mature, she supposed.
"How have you been?" She was genuinely interested. "Were you successful in keeping your own sound?"
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 27, 2013 6:24:53 GMT
A smile spread across his face. That's what he wanted, for her to recognize him herself without his help. That's what made him feel better, feel important enough to be kept in someone's memory.
It brightened his day.
"Of course. Age comes with time. You look as though you've changed some yourself, though you're still looking well."
A soft chuckle escaped his lips when she asked about his sound and he directed a simple nod towards her, indicating that he had. "You really think that I'd walk out on you guys and not keep my sound I worked so hard to keep? Of course I kept my sound."
Lance wasn't insulted by her question. He knew it was honest curiosity. She always was different than everyone else. Rowan always managed to keep him feeling calm, unlike Salem who kept him on edge all the time.
"I know how you've been. You're on tv all the damn time."
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Oct 27, 2013 6:45:42 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| "You look a lot more mature." Then again, Lance was always somewhat mature. Mature enough to be strong enough to walk out when he disagreed on the music. It was something that she actually respected. He didn't leave because Salem threw a temper tantrum or they had found someone better, he left on actually musical differences. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. All I know is that I have a drum set and a pretty bike, you know?"
She smiled. "I'm glad. Are you still into music or have you found some other median?" She really just wanted to catch up.
Rowan laughed, cocked her head, and grinned. "I swear I'm not as big of a fucking bitch as they make me out to be. I promise." Well at least, she hoped not. "The rest of the band, some new little twerps, Rhea, and Salem are here too."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Oct 27, 2013 7:58:14 GMT
"I'm still in the music business, though I keep band hopping, unfortunately,"he replied, not wanting to get too deep on that subject, however. He saw it as disgraceful, always jumping around from band to band, but he couldn't deny it. Nothing felt as good as his original home. "Mature, huh? Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't want to look like some oldass gramps trying to fit into the music biz."
Rowan was the same as ever, brushing off rumors, acting carefree, humble... It was... refreshing to see.
"Yeah... I know they're here. Ran into them a few days ago... Wasn't so pleasant with Salem, as expected,"Lance said through slightly gritted teeth towards the end.
It really was a shame, how he felt around Salem now. To be honest, he didn't realize he'd harbored such resentful feelings towards him until they met up again and they suddenly just burst forth to the surface. Lance thought himself better than that. He thought he'd moved on to better things, put the past behind him.
Apparently not.
"Hey, there's a difference between being a bitch and not putting up with bullshit. You've never been one to put up with someone's shit. I respect that."
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 12, 2013 10:03:14 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| "It could always be worse. You could watch so many members leave that you can barely remember the names and fucking faces of 'em." She smiled at him. "It's a good thing, trust me. At least, I'm pretty sure it's better than being immature." Though the media sure loved to watch Salem's little outbursts.
"I'm not shocked. It's hard to be fucking pleasant with Salem. Viola is pretty cute, Maverick is kinda annoying but I can deal." She was honest. She found herself unable to put up with Salem's new found attitude, well, it wasn't exactly new. Then again, she was sure she changed as well. She liked the fame. She liked seeing her face places. Then there was Lance, who didn't let the potential idea of fame get to his head to the point where he sold his soul. She respected him.
"Thanks. I respect you, always have though." Even when they were younger.
"Do you have a phone number? Know that we've had a reunion, I can just go and let you walk off and possibly never see you. I demand that we keep in contact." She grinned.
"It's been a long time since I've been home, this place, I forgot how nice it was."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 12, 2013 10:31:10 GMT
An honest smile broke out across his face and he leaned forward a little, unconsciously getting closer to Rowan.
"Yeah... Yeah, I have a phone number," he replied and pulled out his phone, finding it for Rowan to see. "Call me any time you want, okay? If I'm not available, I just won't answer and you can leave a message. I always get back to people if I miss their call. No reason to start naming off times and dates when I can and can't be reached. It's never consistent."
It was so great, meeting up with someone he actually liked and enjoyed being around. That didn't happen very often, considering most people got on his nerves. "I definitely want to keep in touch."
After numbers were exchanged, Lance slipped his cell phone into his back pocket and crossed his arms, that smile still on his face from earlier. "Speaking of Salem and the paparazzi's love with catching him in scandals, You're going to be so disappointed in me, but we got into a fight the day we ran into each other. I'm sure it'll be all over the tabloids soon enough."
He wasn't proud of it, and he definitely didn't admitting fault to someone who respected him so highly, but she was going to find out eventually.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 12, 2013 10:53:18 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| "You've just given me permission to call you at three in the morning when I'm piss drunk, do understand that." She winked at Lance, placing her phone back in her pocket. "You can leave a message, though I normally don't check them until they pile up. I do check my phone logs though just 'bout every time I turn the fucking thing on, so chances are I will call you back. If you text me saying you wanna talk about something though, chances are I will call you. I hate texting." She'd rather have the phone up to her ear as uncomfortable as that was.
She frowned. "I can see the headlines now, the Great Salem and the unknown man, have a fist fight in the middle of Nova. What's the history behind the pair? Were they lovers? Was one from Japan?" She punched him in the shoulder, not hard though. "Just be careful the monkeys with cameras will always make up something to make things juicier. Let's just hope they didn't get any pictures of you, yeah?" Salem could handle himself with whatever they threw at him, hell, knowing him he'd probably embrace it and make Lance out to be the bad guy. That made her worry, just a bit.
She leaned in so her mouth was next to Lance's ear. "I throw my drumsticks at him during practice when his shit annoys me." She whispered, the smile returning to her face.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 12, 2013 11:17:59 GMT
"Nah, don't worry about it. I stay up late and I'm not a big texter. I'd rather just spit it out than take the time to type it all out. It's faster to speak than to type anyway," Lance replied.
He managed a frown, though, when Rowan mentioned the headlines and stuffed his hands into his pockets with a bit of a let down face, scuffing his foot against the floor mockingly, Japan!? But if they do research in Japan, they won't find anything on me. And here was my big chance to shine with the big boys. My first scandal and I'm not even famous yet."
Of course he was kidding.
"Who knows if they got my picture, I don't really care," he shrugged and when Rowan leaned in to whisper that little tid bit into his ear, he practically purred. "Little bastard deserves it every time, so I'm not even going to judge you. I bet he sounds like a nagging old woman when he turns around to complain at you, too."
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 20, 2013 7:42:06 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| Rowan rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but giggle though. "You get the fucking point, they blow everything out of proportion to suit their needs. I just don't wanna see you get hurt." Paparazzi and their lies could be rather heartbreaking when someone wasn't used to it. Rowan was at the point that she didn't give a flying shit if they said anything about her, but in the beginning, she wasn't ashamed to admit that it did hurt her. Lance was a big boy though, she was sure he could get by.
She shrugged. "He does. I'm used to it though. He's like a brother to me, so I can't say I really mind that much." She never had siblings, when she was younger she practically considered both Lance and Salem to be the siblings she never had. She hugged him. "You're still like a brother to me, just so you know."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 20, 2013 17:27:23 GMT
Lance blinked, caught off guard by the hug, but he returned it once the initial shock went away, smiling just a little bit.
"I'd be lying if I said that I haven't missed you," he replied, tightening his arms around the girl's small frame. It was like a tiny moment of the past sneaking into his life. He'd missed her hugs, her sister-like affection, the fact that she actually cared about what happened to him. Even Lance could admit how unhealthy it was to be around people who couldn't give a shit over what happened to you.
It rips up your soul and he hardly had on to begin with.
Lance never had siblings growing up either and having Rowan in his life helped him feel less lonely, which he was whether he admitted it or not.
"It's just like you to want to look out for me. Keeping those scary paparazzi away from me, are you? Is that what you're doing?" Lance teased, sounding a bit condescending, but if Rowan really did know him, she'd know he didn't mean it to be hurtful.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 21, 2013 5:47:17 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| She didn't bother to let him go, she only held him close. This was an embrace that was long overdue. "Good 'cause I fucking hate when people lie." He missed her as much as she missed him. That was something to smile about.
"Of course I am. I'm your knight in shining armor my king, ready to lay down my sword and my life at any given moment." She teased back, and couldn't help but smile. She really sucked at keeping a straight face, she could never win a contest.
"Who knows King Lance, maybe my intentions are malicious. Lore you into a trap, feed you to my horrid sharp-tooth motorcycles. Bwahahaha!" Maybe she fed a bit too much into it, but whatever.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Nov 21, 2013 17:38:16 GMT
"You know that I'm no a liar," he replied, rubbing her back soothingly. It was out of his element, but Rowan was allowed this small luxury.
Sabre-toothed motorcycles aside, he liked the thought of being called King Lance. There was a certain ring to it that made him smirk more than necessary, though as he thought about it, it was probably only something Rowan could get away with calling him. Out of anyone else's mouth would sound so pathetic.
"I like your motorcycles. I'm not a pansy who's scared of a little burning rubber."
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Dec 30, 2013 6:14:25 GMT
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
| That felt nice. She closed her eyes for a mere second, almost hoping that it wouldn't stop, but of course it did. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Really now? Let me give you a ride then, and don't scream, because the pretty little lady I got waiting outside hits 'bout a hundred and sixty in no time. Lance, do you think the highway is clear enough?"
"And if you don't want to go, that's fine. If you're afraid you're gonna die, that's fine."
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